The entire scene is anxiety inducing on it’s own, but once you’re confined to a tiny makeshift safe zone that’s the farthest thing from when compared to the other more “official” ones out there….the anxiety became overwhelming. It came up to their ears, and didn’t seem to quiet down in the least. Growing louder the closer the sounds of monsters came, and thankfully every now n again they would go the other way or some other daring hero would come barreling through and put that to an end. There were still an enormous amount out there, however, and it’s not like the strange lady of a mystical makeup had any sort of counter on display for how many were left. Yet, they were to get rid of them all.
Unfortunately for the mankete the next wave of them do not seem so easily deterred by another noise or the shifting of the architect around them as the city somehow rebuilds itself. The noises of them drawing closer shaking her more and more as she clutches her dragonstone to her chest- hoping that now would be the chance it would activate for a set and small amount of time. Their concentration drawn away from that, brought to the sound of singing. It’s not Azura’s, but it definitely radiates something of familiarity to it; Safety. Providing a more literal sense of it as Monsters uselessly throw theirselves and weapons against it.
Kamui is left awestruck, caught up in her luck“Ah- huh, Oh!” shaking her head, and refocusing the grip on their ankle,”Only about nine minutes,” if it had gone much longer they would have had to travel with the possibility of shards lost in their skin while garnering bacteria to the open wound,”Would you happen to have a cleaner cloth?” they at least had confidence to remove it and wrap it- but using anything from their cape could just trap bacteria in with it.
“And thank you greatly, I will not forget your kindness,”
delicately, nimbly, her fingers carefully work towards the shard embedded in the woman’s foot. “ this might hurt for a second. “ she reassures with a gentle voice, gloved digits moving with precision, as if she had trained for this her whole life. The creatures roared continually, thrashing their various limbs against the wall of light. Tear knew the time they had within this temporary sanctuary was limited, speed was of definite importance.
it took a few tugs, stemming the bleeding with a few bandages Tear kept with her - but the shard was released and discarded, all that was left was control the bleeding. The melodist frowns, knowing that if her powers weren’t bound so heavily, then maybe, just maybe--
letting go of her staff, she raises both her palms above the site of the wound, eyelids fluttering to a close with a face deep in thought; calling, heralding, any shard of power that she could just grasp, even for a second.
it comes as a rush; a faint, green light that blossoms from the palms of her hands and grows into an even brighter, stronger, cerulean light that cascades over the wound, seamlessly sealing & restoring her foot to how it was before. And with that, her power ebbs & fades out of sight once more. Tear’s shoulders slump slightly, the exhale of magic leaving her body. Still, she presses a gentle smile to her face. “ there is no need, i’m only doing what’s right. “ she assures. “ but we can’t stay here for too long, the barrier will wear off soon. how are you feeling, do you think you’d be able to walk? “
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